Bottle Neck Hurricane

A power Surge
As metal and Glass
Slide against each other
Like Chaste Lovers

Succumb with passion and the
Electric Feel
Rolls up the strings
in Resonance

The Conjurer
The MaDmAn

Starts to weave weary words
Pushing Language and Pathos
Through the sand and black tar that lays thick and guttural

Elemental exchange
Exaggerates emotion

And i sit here lowly in the swamp

in bitters of blue and
muddy water